When I was looking up Marie-Elizabeth Mali's info so I could ask her permission to post this poem, I discovered that she is married to another poet I like: Taylor Mali. What a nice coincidence!
by Marie-Elizabeth Mali
Balancing on crutches in the shallows
near her mother, a girl missing her right lower leg
swings her body and falls, laughing.
Behind them, her father and brother play catch.
Up the beach, the incoming tide nibbles
a sleeping woman, another beer is opened.
A young veteran walks by with a high and tight
buzz cut and Semper Fi shoulder tattoo, his right leg
a prosthesis to mid-thigh. He approaches
the family, removes the prosthesis, and joins
the girl in the water. They lift shorn legs high
and smack them down. No one talks about the war.
Posted with permission of the poet.
Here's a poem I shared by Mr. Mali.
Jone at Check It Out has our Poetry Friday round-up.